Bella POV:

The grand total of the battle of 'Blondes' between Jasper and Rosalie lasted a total of five minutes and forty-three seconds, with Rosalie victorious. Even though Rosalie was victorious with keeping Jasper to the floor the longest and quickest, she was disqualified for kicking Jasper in his 'Family jewels', an unspoken law in a duel.

Rosalie smirked for the entire ten minutes Jasper was sitting on the couch moaning and groaning from the server pain he received from being hit by something as hard as granite. Emmett kept shifting around every time Jasper made a noise of discomfort, he was obviously happy that it wasn't his balls that got a beating.

When Jasper finally recovered, things got serious. I knew instantly what they wanted to know. I just wasn't sure if I should tell them. Don't get me wrong, I love them and trust them but seriously, I'm ashamed. My husband, the supposed love of my life, had beaten me, raped me, drugged me and sent my life from depressing to absolute hell, all in a matter of a couple of months. Would you want to tell the people that are you so called protectors that they failed their job? No. I don't either.

"Bells, please tell us." Emmett asked softly, obviously noticing this as a touchy subject for me.

I shock my head. "I'm not ready to talk about it."

Jasper hissed slightly. "Bullshit! I understand if you don't want to talk about it but don't feed me this 'I'm not ready' bullshit. Honestly, Bella! Do we look that stupid to you? Rose obviously knows, not that I resent you for tellin' her and not us but please, Bella, we're family. We want to know." he said, getting softer towards the end.

I leaned over and grabbed his hand, rubbing his smooth, warm hand I looked him in the eyes. "I will tell you." he smiled.

I released his hand and returned to the couch, leaning into Rosalie who automatically wrapped her arms around me. If felt Jasper's shock from Rosalie and mines contact but he didn't say anything.

I breathed in deep, mentally preparing myself for what I'd be soon to relive. Again.

Rosalie stroked my hair lovingly and whispered to me. "You don't have to. It's none of their business."

Emmett grumbled 'It is so our business' but Rosalie silenced him with a look.

I nodded to her, grateful for her concern. I rubbed her hand as if to reassure her and I started my story.

I told them about Edward leaving me in the woods saying he and the family didn't want me or love me, I also said how I chassed after him for hours, and for the first time mentioning the hyperthermia I got that I had previously left out. They both flew into a rage at this, and Rosalie looked livid from the new information brought out. The boys charged through the house breaking everything in sight. After managing to calm them down enough they sat on the floor because they had already broken their chairs.

I also mentioned that not even a week after my illness cleared up, Victoria came. I explained the torture she had put me through, again, adding more details then before. I told them how Victoria had gleeful pleasure from whipping someone until their skin was hardly attached, how Laurent seemed to prefer to torture people with blunt attacks rather then with weapons, but he was surprisingly merciful, compared to Victoria that is. I also mentioned how Victoria like a delirious victim. I skimmed over the other forms of torture, wanting to spare them the details. Again, they flew into a rage, this time with Rosalie joining them. She seemed to get more angry the more she's told this story, maybe it's because the shocks warn off, but then again, this is the first time the boys have heard and they looked ready to take on an entire army.

When they sat back down, I told them I'd stop and say no more if they continued their behaviour. They all reluctantly agreed. This was the part that was one of the hardest for me.

Charlie.

I told them how his face looked when he walked into the room from what he thought was an ordinary day but then his face just changed when he saw me. I was tied, almost dead, and covered almost head to toe in my own blood. I explained how they drained him, how they just dumped him next to me and laughed at me, saying I was weak for having such emotions. I didn't explain how I threw her statement back in her face by mentioning James. I also didn't mention the torture I got for doing that either.

When I finally looked up to see their faces, they were that of horror. I then proceeded to tell them of Charlie's aftermath. How he was just sitting there, the entire time. Just staring at me. With wide open eyes but lifeless at the same time. I stared into those eyes, my eyes, for hours prayed he would have salvation. I prayed for his peace.

I then expressed my outrage to the police. How they swore to find Charlie's killer and my torturer. I wouldn't speak, they believe me to be catatonic. They started mentioning psychiatric wards around me and I suddenly had the ability to speak but I never talked. I never spoke of that night. Even when I did, it was a simple 'I don't know and I don't care to'. They understood. Pissed off maybe, but understood.

I told them about my life with Emily and Sam, and unfortunately, my habit. They looked shocked when I spoke of my addiction as well as my behaviour. I was so ashamed I could barely look at them, the only reassurance I had was Rosalie who allowed me to cling to her like a mother to her child.

They tensed when I mention that Mike Newton became my dealer. I even heard Emmett mumble something about 'knowing that kid was bad news'. They looked petrified when I mention how much I needed to support my habit. How much money I spent and all. I then told them I left them and moved in with Jacob, my best friend at the time.

But not anymore.

I spoke of how he helped me, how he miraculously managed to stop my habit. I also mentioned how Gwen came into the picture. I told them how we got along and were even friends. But they suspected that she was bad news before I even started were things got worse.

Then, how Gwen confronted me with the needle. How I picked a fight with her. How I challenged her to tell Jacob, which, she did. I tried to reason with Jacob. He understood. He said he'd help me, but Gwen wouldn't hear of it. She turned her back telling Jacob it was her or me.

The boys growled at this. I don't blame them.

I told them how I then moved in with Mike, they freaked out when they heard that. The literally started running around the house, pulling their hair out and what not. Rosalie just stayed and comforted me as Jasper and Emmett started yelling at each other about not killing Mike when they were still in school. A few minutes of this and then with a simple glare from Rose, they were back on the floor waiting for the rest of the story.

I told them how Mike practically forced me to marry him to die down suspicion of our so called 'relationship'. I didn't mention how I sold myself to Mike, I was too ashamed of that. I couldn't mention my baby either. I didn't want them to know anymore then they needed to, and the baby wasn't a necessity. It would only cause them unnecessary pain, the pain of knowing the could have had a niece or nephew.

Rosalie didn't bring up the child, so I assume she understood I wanted it secret. I then told them about Mike's 'death' my 'suicide' my 'new life' and then Mike's 'resurrection'. They were damn proud when I told them I killed Mike, they were so proud I was proud of myself. But that's possibly Jasper's doing.

They were concerned about my encounter with the wolves. Jasper made it clear we had to leave Forks and more then likely never return. He's taken Jacob's threat to heart, saying that a man in love but lost is a man of threat and danger.

Emmett left after that, saying he needed to hunt. Rosalie said she'd start packing everyone's stuff. It was just me and Jasper.

We shifted uncomfortably on the floor for awhile until the silence became to much for him. "I'm sorry Bella. For everythin'. About your birthday, about Edward's inconsideration, our leaving---"

I cut him off. "No Jasper. Don't. please. If you start to talk about that I'll lose it. I truly will. I wont break down, I'll get angry. Rose did the exact same thing. I don't think I'll ever be ready to talk about it. It hurt, that's all I'll say."

He nodded. "I'm sorry."

I shot him a look and he held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, I wont say it again, ma'am."

We sat there chatting idly for about half an hour until Rose joined us and then another fifteen minutes after that until Emmett burst through the front doors, taking them down in the process. We all stood up tense.

Emmett shifts from foot to foot looking extremely nervous.

"We're still moving, right?" he asked, rushed and slightly out of breath.

"Yes." I said cautiously.

"Thanks God!" He breathed a sigh of relief. "Well, I think we should go now. You know, clean start. No furniture, only the cloths on our back, that kind of thing."

"Emmett, what did you do?" Rosalie asked lethally, with her hands on her hips.

"Can't I just want a clean start?"

Rose shock her head.

Emmett groaned. "Can't I be innocent for once?"

"Again, no."

Emmett tried to hide a smirk with fake terror. "Okay, I may have been bored on my hunt and i may have decided to see what would happen if I ever crossed the treaty line…" he trailed off sheepishly.

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"Everyone… To the cars. NOW!"

A/N: I forget how much fun it is to have Emmett sometimes :D